Philippa Lane Poems

Purple is afraid
it scuttles into corners
on all fours
it reeks
...

There is always a doubt
Never quite visible

Like a coin thrown in
...

It seemed a third-rate performance
of an actor well used to the role,
the salutary greetings linked in
a single-line monotone:
...

There's magic in the mountain-tops,
there, where the sky begs
to be eaten in turquoise
gulps of joy -
...

The wind rushing past me was monstrous wild
As I clambered to the top of the downs;
My feet were dirty and aching bad
When at last I reached the crown.
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i saw a bear
not just any ordinary bear
a bear wearing polka dotted underwear
he was so suprised when i arrived
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She, who shall be nameless,
was conceived last summertime
under a vast, shimmering stellary
under a waxing crescent moon
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Plans are shattered, hopes lost
Amid a tangle of resentful thoughts:
The mind receives a dulling thud
For its excited time has all been spent
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Through the mysterious dark
and violent waves,
her shimmering turquoise tail
reflecting beaming colours
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- For Gregory


Winter's final fury
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